He Ningyue couldn't help but think of a type of tragic personality, extreme ISFPs. They don't have the self-mediation ability of ordinary ISFPs, but are more inferior, timid, and cowardly.
She had long heard about the strange things in the Yang family. It was said that Mr. Yang did not favor his own daughter, but doted on his younger brother's child, Yang Fei, and planned to hand over the family business to Yang Fei at any time.
It seems that the news is not groundless. Yang Yuran is living a miserable life.
He looked at Yang Yuran again with a little more sympathy, and then recalled his unintentional act, seemingly acting as Yang Fei's gunman to bully Yang Yuran.
Thinking about this, I can't help but feel annoyed.
'I'm sorry' slipped to my lips, and I heard Yang Yuran apologize first: "I'm sorry, you haven't spoken for a long time. Are you angry with me?"
He Ningyue suddenly lost the energy to apologize and scolded sternly: "Can you live a tougher life?"
Yang Yuran scolded him so much that he was at a loss. He kept stirring his hands and fingers, his eyes darting everywhere, as if he might run away at any time.
Looking at the person in front of her who was worse than a puppet, He Ningyue felt very irritated.
Suddenly the restless music stopped, the aisle became brighter, and a group of people approached.
"Sister He, what kind of wind has brought you here? Sister, I am missing you from afar."
The coquettish voice floated up, and the smell of sweet perfume made He Ningyue feel sour in her stomach. She turned to Yang Fei with a look that made her want to vomit.
Yang Fei turned a blind eye and reached out to hold He Ningyue's arm. Can smiled and said: "Brother Li Shuo is waiting for you in Block C. He knows that he has done something wrong. He is too embarrassed to see you if he stays there. Let me
Come out to pick you up. I have already told him that your prime minister is capable of supporting a boat and will not argue with us at all."
Yang Yuran turned her back to everyone, pretending to be avoiding them, and couldn't help but smile to herself.
Yang Fei's politeness is okay for elders to use, but it will only have the opposite effect when applied to He Ningyue. Especially Sister Shengsheng and you must have made He Ningyue furious, making it look like He Ningyue is very old.
.
As expected, He Ningyue turned sideways and took away her arm, indifferently drawing a clear line: "Stop recognizing relatives randomly, my family does not grow tea."
Putting down the sarcastic words, the young masters and daughters who were traveling with Yang Fei looked at each other in confusion. Most of them remained silent and supported Yang Fei with ugly expressions. A few people who were messing around showed their mentality and hid in the back row, always ready to defect.
Say a few words to Yang Fei at critical moments to please He Ningyue.
Yang Fei's smile froze for two seconds, and the next moment she smiled coquettishly and said: "Sister, what kind of words are you talking about? Brother Li Shuo just said that he was sorry for you, and he always has you in his heart. It's just that the He family broke off the engagement, a lot of
It's not his choice."
The killer weapon was so powerful that He Ningyue was stunned, and the sweet memories of the two of them in the past three years flashed through his mind.
When he came to his senses, he uncontrollably asked what he was concerned about: "He said that?"
"Yes, he also said that he doesn't like being bound by marriage, and he agreed to the engagement for you. Now that the He family has expelled him, without you, he feels that it will be the same no matter who he is with in the world."
Yang Fei spoke with great emotion, and almost everyone present could hear the sadness in her voice.
Bai Yan should have taught Yang Fei not to openly offend He Ningyue. After all, he can't compete with officials in domestic business, especially when He's father is in a high position.
Yang Yuran's heart sank, the situation was a bit out of control.
Glancing at He Ningyue, the aggressive aura emanating from her body gradually disappeared, leaving only eyes full of reluctance and nostalgia, staring in the direction Yang Fei pointed.
"Today is my sister's birthday, but brother Li Shuo is not happy at all. He is drinking alone with a sullen expression. Sister He, please come in with me. I guess after you go there, brother Li Shuo's mood will improve."
Yang Fei took He Ningyue's arm again, but this time He Ningyue did not break away.
He Ningyue was defeated. Yang Yuran couldn't fight alone stupidly. He should retreat first.
Just as he was about to leave, He Ningyue called out: "Yang Yuran, didn't you say you came with me? Let's go in together."
Yang Yuran turned around excitedly, but in a sneak peek, she noticed a thin layer of sweat on He Ningyue's forehead.
Zhou Yuanyuan is right, He Ningyue is a love brain, and this person clearly wants to drag her along to prove Li Shuo's sincerity.
Wait, if she goes to support her...
A new plan suddenly flashed into my mind.
She sat silently on the edge of the sofa, listening to people's praise of He Ningyue, Yang Yuran was a little curious about Yang Fei's mood at the moment.
The birthday party was used to carry He Ningyue's sedan chair, and he had to do all the hard work himself. It was so funny.
After listening to it for about ten minutes, Yang Yuran couldn't help but give in to Yang Fei's unintentional compliment.
"Sister He's dress is so beautiful. It attracted Brother Li Shuo's attention."
Yang Yuran covered her mouth with one hand and made an apologetic gesture with the other. She raised her eyes and accidentally saw Li Shuo. The other person's red and phoenix eyes were staring at her sinisterly, as if silently accusing her of not being here.
Yang Fei had long seen her as an eyesore, so she seized the opportunity and tried her best to slander her: "My cousin is not as generous as me. I can accept that brother Li Shuo loves sister He, but my cousin cannot. She learned that brother Li Shuo used her as a substitute.
Later, she resolutely broke up with brother Li Shuo because her love was too possessive."
What he said revealed that Yang Yuran was jealous and was deliberately causing trouble.
Being showered with dirty water again, Yang Yuran was not upset or annoyed, and touched the iceberg cup lightly with her fingertips, making a crisp clang sound. The DJ dance music had stopped long before He Ningyue arrived, and everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Fei following Yang Fei's words.
Yang Fei worked hard to set up the stage for her, and the actors must be in place.
She held her chin with one hand and said slowly: "I admit that I am a mysophobic person with feelings. The person I love can only belong to me. Lower animals still understand belonging. If highly evolved humans can share passionate love, they can achieve their goals.
If you give your lover to others through sex, your life will be worse than that of a low-level animal."
There were three young masters present who liked to play around, and their expressions gradually turned gloomy upon hearing this.
Yang Fei hurriedly came to the rescue and used her usual yin-yang tone: "My cousin is talking about her profound anthropology again. There are too many kinds of feelings in the world, and many feelings are unforgettable because of regrets."
"Regret is not an excuse for moral turpitude, nor is it a reason for cheating."
Yang Yuran said the words she had prepared in awe, and the next second she suppressed the coldness in her eyes that was as sharp as frost, and asked Yang Fei with a smile: "You just said that Li Shuo can't marry the person he loves most, so it doesn't matter who he marries, right?"
?Did Li Shuo tell you this personally?"
Yang Fei glanced at Li Shuo with extreme grievance, hoping that he would understand her painstaking efforts, but the other party did not notice her little thoughts at all.
He kept staring at the right side of the sofa, not knowing whether he was looking at He Ningyue or Yang Yuran.
"Right?" Yang Yuran asked again.
Yang Fei allowed sadness to fill her whole body, and replied disappointedly: "Yes, brother Li Shuo told me personally."
Yang Fei clearly remembered that she had never suffered this kind of grievance since Yang Yuran went abroad to study. She told herself crazily to calm down, because He Ningyue and Yang Yuran were her losers anyway. After she married Li Shuo, she would have this kind of injustice.
A day when two people cry.
"Oh~"
Yang Yuran made a long note meaningfully, then closed her right eye, gave Li Shuo a wink, and suggested softly.
"If love cannot determine the future relationship, let's rely on luck. Today we are going to choose a wife for Mr. Li. All the single women present will draw lots. Whoever is drawn will be Mr. Li's destined daughter. This is better than choosing blindly.
